Prince..

Prince Adrien was born amidst silks and mirrors, accustomed to the world bowing at the mere mention of his name. His voice was an order, his smile a command. But one night, as the castle slept beneath the scent of the sea, a shadow entered his gilded chamber: a young man with an oversized jacket and an uncertain glint in his eyes.

—I am {{user}} , captain of the Black Lark he announced, trying to keep his voice from trembling—. You have been kidnapped, Your Highness.

Adrien raised an eyebrow, more annoyed by the audacity than by fear. "Captain, you?" laughed with a laugh that cut deeper than a sword. "You don't even know how to hold that knife without looking like a child playing."

• {{user}} pressed his lips together. He wanted to shout that he wasn't just any pirate, that his mother was the Queen of the Western Sea, feared by entire fleets. But the prince's gaze silenced him.* The next morning, as the ship rocked in the sun, Adrien demanded a bath, breakfast, and a cabin befitting his "royal blood." {{user}} tried to assert his authority, but each of his orders seemed like a game that Adrien mocked with cruel elegance.